Nor lefs attractive is the woodland scene, Now green, now tawny, and, ere autumn yet Hence the declivity is fharp and fhort, All fummer long, which winter filis again." The remainder of this picture is very beautiful; nor will our readers complain of the length of the following quotation. Whom call we gay? That honour has been long The boat of mere pretenders to the name. The innocent are gay-the lark is gay, That dries his feathers, faturate with dew, Beneath the rofy cloud, while yet the beams Whofe head-achs nail them to a noon-day bed; The mouth with blafphemy, the heart with woe." Throughout the poem our author has contrived to introduce fome little episodes, which agreeably relieve the train of re flection. flection. That of his "tame hare" yields to few things of the kind in our language. The fympathy of the female breaft will do ample juftice to the following picture of forlorn mifery. • There often wanders one, whom better days And dream of tranfports the was not to know. And hoards them in her fleeve; but needful food, Though pinch'd with cold, asks never-Kate is craz'd.' We have already obferved, that the ftile of this poem is not equal. He is fometimes not only familiar, but quaint, in imitation, as it would appear, of the ancient English poets. This prevents the reader from being tired. Even beauty, an eminent critic has obferved, muft have its occafional foil, to preferve its charms. After allowing to London, as a populous city, the merit it is entitled to, Mr. Cowper proceeds to cenfure certain abuses. She (London) has her praife. Now mark a fpot or two, And fhow this queen of cities, that fo fair That he is flack in difcipline. More prompt To peculators of the public gold. That thieves at home must hang; but he that puts, The wealth of Indian provinces, escapes. T3 Nor 'Nor is it well, nor can it come to good, And knees and haffocks are well nigh divorc'd.' In many parts of the Tafk there is a ftrain of pious melancholy, which apparently refults from an experience of life, and a knowledge of the ways of men. The tenor of his reasoning is in favour of retirement and folitude; he has a taste for the pleasures of rural fimplicity, and appears to have imbibed a love for the works of nature, after a conviction that those of an are too imperfect and erroneous to confer hap; inefs. Of the circumstances in the author's life, which probably have induced his present habits of thinking, he has not left us entirely ignorant. In the third book we find him alluding to his own history. I was a stricken deer, that left the herd Long fince; with many an arrow deep infixt With gentle force foliciting the darts, He drew them forth, and heal'd, and bade me liye. Since then, with few affociates, in remote And filent woods I wander, far from those My former partners of the peopled icene, With few affociates, and not wifhing more." In the following lines there is an unusual animation and spirit, joined to the jufteft fatire. In general, where our author chaftifes the fashionable follies, he is fevere and indignant. In man or woman, but far moft in man, And most of all in man that minifters Object of my implacable difguft. What! will a man play trick-; will he indulge And just proportion, fashionable mien, As with the di'mond on his lily hand; And And play his brilliant parts before my eyes, Now, this is faliome; and offends me more And ruftic coarseness would. An heav'nly mind And flight the hovel, as beneath her care; And quaint in its deportment and attire, Can lodge an heav'nly mind-demands a doubt." ar But we must refer the reader to the work itself for many beauties which it were impoffible to detail here. The " "rival of the Newspapers"-" The poor Family-piece❞— The "Farmer's Daughter"-" Amusements of Monarchs" "Spiritual Liberty not perishable"-" Origin of Cruelty to Animals"—and many other paffages, will afford readers of feeling and tafte the greateft pleafure and fatisfaction. And, while the imagination and fancy are delighted with the manner, the heart cannot remain untouched by matter, which is drawn from the fources of eternal wifdom. We fhall conclude our account of the Tafk with the following lines, in which the energy of diction, and warmth of philanthropy, cannot be fufficiently commended. "Twere well, fays one fagé, erudite, profound, And overbuilt with most impending brows; T 4 I think, I think, articulate, I laugh and weep, How then should I, and any man that lives, In arts like yours. I cannot call the swift The parallax of yonder lum'nous point, That feems half quench'd in the immenfe abyfs; The poem intitled Tyrocinium, or, a Review of Schools, displays the talents of a vigorous mind and lively imagination. Mr. Cowper is particularly happy in his fatire on the abuses practifed in public fchools; but, as this is a fubject on which the opinions of fome of the wisest and the best of men are divided, we cannot, in every respect, give our author credit for the averfion he betrays against public fchools in general. In as far, however, as he turns into ridicule the gross abuses of them, his poem will be read with approbation.-John Gilpin's marvellous Hiftory concludes the volume. The accidental celebrity, which this piece of levity acquired, probably induced the author to acknowledge it, and print it with his other works. On the whole, we can recommend Mr. Cowper's poems as abounding in many of the moft valuable requifites of true poetry; in the beauties of harmony; in imagery; in juft and fine fentiments; and as breathing a fpirit of piety and philanthropy, which engages the heart and captivates the affections. Here and there a vapid line appears, or a turgid epithet; but the inftances are fo few, that the general merit of the poems will conceal them from every eye but the prying one of a fastidious critic. ART |